Tuesday, July 19, 2011

two can play

i'm no angel
still i believe in them
the only explanation for the feathers
i shake out of our sheets each morning

nor am i a rose
despite the thorns
but i planted a garden full
mismatched riotous splendour

you however,
i imagine clinging to the warm brick
of the wall that gives you all that solid strength
and tilting your face towards the sun that gives me mine

you know how i feel about roses
my garden has room for one disparate flower more
pick any colour you want to be
i don't see a problem here

we know
what butterflies and flowers do
with their free time

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